Every 27 Years // IT Fanfic

Chapter 12

A few days have past since Angie's venture into the Well House. Her blonde locks sprawled over the pillow as she stared at the ceiling, listening to Darcy-Lynn babble about her outfits she was trying on.
"Are you even listening?!" The brunette shrieked as she waved her arms in front of her face. Angie flinched as she sat up,
"You look...cute." She sputtered as she stood up and left the room.
"Angie!" She called out after her as the blonde trotted down the stairs and went over to Henry's house, knocking on the door.
"Henry we need to talk." She shouted, but no answer. She knocked again, and again, harder each time. Her brow furrowed, instinctively her hand reached out and turned the doorknob, the door creaking open as she heard the television on, but the rest was still and quiet. She creeped into the living room, seeing his dad but she only saw his back. She seen something dripping from his finger as he lay still,
"Mr. Bowers?" She muttered as she touched his shoulder, only for her hand to become stained with blood, a scream coming from her throat as she soon realized that Butch was dead. There was blood everywhere, she backed up as screamed kept coming from her lips. She soon calmed down as she tried to calm herself down,
"Oh Henry..." she muttered as she stood up and ran out of the house, all the way down to Victor's, where she heard a loud argument going on. Barging through the door, she came on the sight of Henry holding a pocket knife at Victor, Belch dead on the living room floor, his throat cut. Victor's gaze glanced to her, as he tried to push past the other male, but his neck was sliced as he passed,
"NO!" Angie cried as she watched his body flop to the floor as Henry just ran out the back door. Immediately, she arrived by his side, luckily, the cut wasn't fatal, but he was suffering.
"Hang in there Vic." She reached up and grabbed the phone, dialing for an ambulance to come as fast as it could before he bled to death. She tore her jean jacket off and put pressure on his wound, intertwining their fingers as she kissed his bloodstained hand.
"Stay with me...stay with me.." she whispered as her forehead was against his. Eventually, she heard faint sirens and the sound of footsteps coming into the house. She had managed to stop the bleeding and save him, but she needed to get to Henry. Quickly, she ran out the back door and down the street, following the scarce drips of red that was on the pavement. She soon came to the Well House, then she seen the many bikes by the driveway.
"Oh no..." she heard screams and ran inside to Henry and Mike fighting. She snapped herself out of it as she ran at them, grabbing Henry and throwing him off and into the frame of the well,
"Are you insane?! Stop this Henry!" She watched as he rose up again, his gaze glancing to Mike, before he suddenly grabbed her cheeks and pressed a kiss to her lips, then whispering into her ear,
"Run." He the proceeded to shove her out of the way as Mike basically threw him into the hole, his neck slamming against the rock wall as he plummeted down. Angie swung up and tried to catch him but missed,
"Henry! No!" She was helpless, all she could hear was his screams and then nothing, "Henry..." She sunk down to her knees, her arm hanging over the edge of the well as Mike threw the rope back down and began to climb down,
"You coming Angie?" He asked softly, offering his hand to her. She swatted it away,
"You killed him! I hate you! You bastard!" She screamed, tears running down her cheeks.
"Angie Angie calm down! It was an accident!" She heard Richie cry from the well. She took a breather, then after a few minutes, she agreed. Eventually, she was down in the sewers with her now only alive friends. She scuffed her feet against the ground as she rubbed her arm, sniffling from her tears as she choked back sobs. She felt an arm around her shoulders, glancing up to meet eyes with Richie.
"I'm sorry Ang." He whispered, shoving his oversized glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"It's not your fault Richie...it's mine for not keeping an eye on him..." she muttered, leaning into him some. He took her weight and slipped his arm instead around her waist,
"We still might be able to find your sister." He reassured, or at least tried. A small smile did emerge on her face as she sighed,
"Yeah I guess so." Soon they came to a fork and decided to leave Stan and Angie alone to possibly find another way. Immediately, the Jew became shy as he struggled to impress her, and Angie knew. She wandered a ways away, the hearing him scream, and she then screamed.
"Stanley!"